Secret Message
I''m getting a message. "Fill the bathtub with water. Leave the faucet dripping."
The Chill Continues
Delbert came by and filled my propane tank. Oh joy. I missed his actual visitation because I was in the back of the house huddled under an electric blanket. I just bought that a few days ago. I shudder to think of how it would have been if I hadn't. I know how it would have been. Sleeping in my coat. Going hungry because the burner on the stove didn't work. I was upset with myself about missing the visitation. Delbert likes to flirt. He's probably flirting with some other woman now. Hey! It doesn't often come to running out of propane. Why? The consequences are too dire to ignore the situation. But I haven't yet emerged from the rubble. I can't get the ding dang heater to light. Will I have to phone Delbert to come back over here?
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